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I fought the spirit. With a sword in my side. Cheat. What a way out. Crack my rib, wait to die. I think I know you best when I sleep. I think I know everything Me and my brothers. We have
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. About these young brothers from the city of wind. Like juice and gin in the city we blend. Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims. Y'all know the spreewells. And trucks that's detailed
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level. But I never gave in, so he gave up on me. I'm no stranger to the rain. I can spot bad weather. And I'm good at finding shelter in a downpour. I've been sacrificed by brothers. Crucified by lovers
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. Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17. And like everybody he want to shine, young brothers on the grind. Holdin' something in their spine, "Bowling for Columbine". Stressin' to me how it's all about a
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. Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17. And like everybody he want to shine, young brothers on the grind. Holdin' something in their spine, "Bowling for Columbine". Stressin' to me how it's all about a
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gathered. on the Maginot line. Sisters and fathers. Brothers and sons. All said goodbye. It seemes so much fun. We'll be finished by Christmas. Back home by the fire. Perish the distance. The bombs
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got George Benson, we got Newman and Foster. We got the Brecker Brothers and Hampton's bringing up the rear. All these bad cats and more are in the band now. They make the greatest sounds you ever
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Time is truly wastin'. There's no guarantee. Smile's in the makin'. You gotta fight the powers that be Got so many forces. Stayin' on the scene. Givin' up all around me. Faces full a' pain I
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day. Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel. All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool. Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts. While you watching all the brothers on
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different kind. We're brothers of the same mind, unblind. Caught in the middle and. Not surrenderin'. I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'. Some claim that I'm a smuggler. Some say I never heard of
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When there's no good in your good mornings too much hell in your hello. And your kind heart is something less than kind. When you're thinking more about the thorns than you are the rose. Jesus is
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They'll never care for the brothers and sisters now. Across the country has us up for the war. We got to demonstrate, come on now. They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right. Radio stations I
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Some people say that life is easy. Some people say act like they don't care. Some people got their superstitions. And ever since I met you here. . I've been looking in a broken mirror. I've been
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